Luyện nghe bài hát House Of Shame

There's nothing unusual about the way my day
As I walk up and down the with my mailpouch in my hands
I've run this route for everybody knows my name
Especially at the old home which I call the House of Shame
The old folks home is my stop that's where I end my daily rout
And my mailpouch is usually empty by not always but just about
Except for an accosional letter and they all anxiously
With sad eyes that said the is there anything for me
And I hear trembling voices as they talk back and forth
I guess the children're just too busy to
got a lot of things to do of course
And I try to 'em up and say things to make 'em feel better
Then I think to myself just how little effort it takes to write a
old and wrinkled faces and hair as white as snow
And memories locked up in their minds that only they know
I spent hours there at the end of each day's run
Trying in some way to fill the place of a or a son
And I listen as they tell me of their families of gone by
And the sadness at times is so great I can't help but cry
And thought it's it seems more like a dream
That some of them have grandchildren that never even seen
And I think it's just a that children they have raised
Would put 'em in this House of Shame to spend their days
So there they sit just waitin' for letters they never get
Waitin' for children that never come by waitin' just to die
You see my folks are old now too and we've put 'em in a
But the difference is they live us and they'll never be alone